Welcome Home Cheerleader

My wife is running a marathon, and not just running one, like “hey, I think I’ll run a marathon next week…” but actually working up to running one…, like with a plan, and a group, and ACTUALLY running MILES and MILES… 8 weeks into a 31 week plan, she’s up to about 30 miles a week, with longer runs on weekends…

And since I was home this weekend, (after an unusually long trip) I thought I’d join her and her group… I’d been running while I was gone and had made a few miles a day, and thought I’d surprise her… BUT after running their planned miles with their pace I had decided… perhaps in my delirium… that this “marathon” could just could be a diabolic plan to really take me down the road that leads me to that “till death do us part…” vow of our marriage…,

See rather than be a cheerleader, I thought I’d try to stay in good enough shape to join her now and then. Also, I ran in high school, I ran in college, I know what I’m doing… I thought. BUT waking up on Sunday after Saturday’s miles, my body voted unanimously against following my directions without a heaping helping of pain along for the ride. The kicker was when my lovely wife, who SPRUNG out of bed as if she hadn’t even needed sleep, asked… “Why are you walking like a Penguin?”

Maybe next weekend, I’ll walk like a cheerleader…